Reccomended Song: Someone to Stay by Vancouver Sleep Clinic
Amelia sat curled on a chaise, draped in a white satin nightgown. Her golden hair fell over one bare shoulder as she flipped through the pages of the book in her hands. Her brows were furrowed as she read intently, the letters in the book.
Then there was a sharp creak, and the window beside her swung open.
Startled, Amelia jerked around, her eyes widening in alarm. Her pupils dilated in fear as she saw a figure standing in the shadows.
Was it an assassin?
She barely had time to part her lips in a scream before the figure crossed the distance in two swift strides and clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Calm down, Lia," he whispered, his voice low and oddly familiar.
Her body froze as she looked up at the figure. Crown Prince Keiser? What was he doing here in her room at such a time of the night? Why was he even here?
